Silent Hill Nurse Movie Novels & Stories

I felt a few drops land on my skin and took a deep breath. "I-I didn't see anything, you guys can continue with whatever you were doing!" The nurse stammered, her voice crackling ever so slightly. She turned around and attempted to run, but Silvia called out to her, "Get over here!" She grabbed the nurse's ponytail and yanked her back with brutal strength. The nurse shrieked in agony, trying to pull away, but Silvia was as strong as a man. She kicked the nurse in the left knee, sending her falling like an anvil to the wet, oily floor.

It brought tears to my eyes. "If you're so concerned about me, why aren't you here?" I retorted. "I miss you," he whispered, and my frustration grew. "Rai!" "Sh! Don't raise your voice. You can't let them know that you're talking to me. You can't let them know that you remember me..." I froze, my blood running cold in my veins. "Rai, what are you talking about?" I whispered, my heart racing in my chest. Before he could give me a response, I heard the door creak open. A nurse walked in with a metal tray containing a serum and a syringe. Then she flashed me a smile. "It's time for your medicine, Miss Hills."

But her feet rooted to the tile as he gripped the cold steel handle. The drawer slid open with a screech of metal. A body lay beneath the sheet. Sienna’s chest cinched tight. She forced her legs forward, each step heavier than the last. Her hand trembled as she reached for the edge of the sheet. She glanced at Jax. His nod was small, but steady. She pulled it back. Her breath caught. It wasn’t a stranger. It was Nurse Kelly. The same young nurse who had shared chocolate from her locker with Sienna last week. Who had teased her about working too many double shifts. Who had promised to grab a drink with her when things “finally slowed down.”

Pulling the duvet up to her face. He smiled softly and pulled the duvet down and the next moment he was screaming and the whole Mansion was shattered. Stephen was in his study reviewing some files. Yon and Yan were playing outside in the lawn. They all rushed to her room to find Callum crying holding her in his arms. She was lying unconscious. And they don't know how long. They all were youngsters. Not more than 17 years. Still Yon was much stronger. He lifted his sister and rushed to the Hospital in the car driven by the driver and Yan beside him. He knew his dads were tailing behind.

Hailey’s POV The footage looped. Again. And again. The nurse walking down the hallway. Two bassinets. A pause. A glance over her shoulder. And then the switch. My breath came out in fragments. “That’s not real,” I whispered, but my voice lacked conviction. Dylan didn’t answer. He replayed it. Slowed it down. The timestamp was clear. The hospital logo visible. No distortion. No editing glitches. And there, behind the nursery glass—

The nurse was crying, whispering a lullaby. A shadow entered the frame. A young man. Faster than the eye could follow. He didn't say a word. He just placed a hand over the nurse's mouth and drove a serrated blade through her heart. He didn't flinch. He didn't look at the baby. He just wiped the blood on his jeans and carried the child out into the night. The light from the screen hit Ethan’s face. He looked at the footage. He didn't look away. Madison looked at him. The air in the room didn't spin anymore. It went cold. Dead. The silver pull in her chest—the bond that had felt like destiny—jagged and tore.

"Just doing my job, my lord." "Oh, I think you are doing much more than that." He crossed the room slowly, deliberately. Other nurses scattered like startled birds, leaving us alone in this section of the infirmary. "Tell me, how does a simple healer bring a dead child back to life?" "The child wasn't dead. The nurse made a mistake." I repeated like a robot. "Hilde doesn't make mistakes." He stopped beside me, too close. "She has been very vocal about what she saw. Your bleeding palm. The glowing water. The impossible recovery."

****** A nurse walked into Anvi's room and found her sitting on the bed like a dead soul. "We need to leave." The nurse said and removed the blanket only to see the blood-covered hands of Anvi and the blood coloured sheets. The nurse screamed but Anvi didn't move. Nothing affected her, she was dead inside. The nurse panicked and ran out to bring Suhana who was residing in the room adjacent to Anvi's. Suhana came running and found her daughter in a state she wasn't anticipating. "Oh My God! Sylvia, what did you do?" Suhana held Anvi's daughter whose eyes were stuck outside of the window.

An ill man with mental health issues snored his way through Pink Floyd music, which he played through his laptop, loud enough so everyone else could hear. The one saving grace of the first night was the tall, dark-haired Lithuanian nurse, whose cheerful demeanour disguised a high standard of professionalism. She wore a protective face mask like the rest of the medical staff, but what I found mesmerising were her gorgeous indigo eyes, which were like pools of dark water in the night, that glinted with humour and care. A four-foot-eleven-inch nurse from Singapore ably assisted her, whose happy face belied her tender years.

Her eyes became fierce, and she asked in a gloomy voice, "Who is that?" "Miss May, I'm your nurse." The nurse was startled by Queenie's voice. ’Queenie sounds so weird. She is such a gentle woman. Was it my delusion?’ Soon, the door opened, and Queenie let the nurse in with a smile on her face. The nurse shook her head. She thought it must be her delusion. The nurse was completely unaware that Queenie was standing behind her and slowly raised the fruit knife in her hand, a sinister expression on her face...